Incest/Taboo Cultivating Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly is prevented from seeing the Vatspalts and during her time alone, reflects on her sexual awakening. Together again, her second family spends an evening getting reacquainted with their pet. Lilly is shown a video taken in Napa that was secretly filmed. Using flatware, Momma opens Lilly's girl-part so that she may be properly stuffed. Lilly is made into the family's dessert. Lilly returns from winter break and confronts her school bully, only to learn that escaping her daily humiliation will subject her girl-part to a shocking new form of intrusion. Lilly faces off with Shelly in the showers.

The Swedish words for cock (kuk), pussy (snippa, slidan, fitta), asshole (stanga), cork (korka) and completely (igen - pronounced eye-yen) are used occasionally and intentionally. They are not misspellings.

With school starting on Monday, Lilly's parents did allow her to spend that Saturday night at Cassy's house, although it was hard to convince them. When she returned from Napa, she was all but a prisoner in her own home. "You've spent too much time with Cassy and her family," her real mother said. "Your father and I want you home for a while."

At 19, Lilly could have simply ignored her mother's direction, but it would have led to even more stress on what had turned to a tense relationship with her parents. While she had grown so much under the care of the Vatspalts, she still had to live at home, and making that part of her life bearable was just easier than constantly fighting.

She was prevented from seeing her second family for more than a week and Lilly missed them dearly. She kept in touch with them through text and video messages, but it wasn't the same. Several times a day, Lilly masturbated while thinking about being with the Vatspalts. With her parents at work, she was at least given the opportunity to be comfortable as she strolled naked around the house or lounged on the sofa watching television or her phone. She wasn't permitted to wear clothing when she spent time in the Vatspalt's home and she now preferred to be nude if given the choice.

She would lay in bed until she heard the garage door closing, signaling she had roughly 10 hours by herself. The moment she knew the house was empty, she got out of her pajamas and spent a half hour stretching and following some yoga videos. In the shower, she spent a few minutes massaging her clit with her electric toothbrush. Laying in the tub with her legs splayed, the hot water falling on her body, she was unconcerned of the yipping noises she made as they echoed around the fiberglass enclosure.

With that done, she got out of the shower, brushed her teeth, enjoying her feminine flavor combined with the foaming minty taste of the toothpaste, and dried her hair. Fashioning it into two low-hanging pigtails, she got dressed.

Donning nothing more than a pair of pink fuzzy ankle socks, complete with little pom-poms at the heels, she padded downstairs. The socks kept her piggies warm as she fixed herself a light breakfast and took it, along with the empty wine bottle she kept beneath her bed, outside to the patio. There, she sipped coffee, relished the cool morning air on her bare skin as she caught up on her social channels, read some news and then, finally, brought up her favorite porn website.

She watched various videos, most of them involving innocent-looking young women being gang-banged, or of submissive pets bound to various contraptions that left them helpless as their pussies, buttholes and breasts were attended to in all manner of creative ways. As she watched, she absently fiddled with her special place or twirled her nipples as she became more aroused.

When her flower frothed and her fingers were drenched, she reached for her beloved bottle. Gently pushing it between the soft folds, she closed her eyes and purred. The smooth glass granted stretching of a different nature and her brow furrowed as the narrow neck widened and the girthy strain on her girl-part increased.

In some part of her brain, she knew it was possible a neighbor might see or even film her with a phone if they looked between the wooden slats of the fence. But she found she didn't really care. The backyard was private enough and the thought of someone peeping only heightened her arousal.

Following breakfast, she cleaned up the kitchen, puttered around for a bit in her room and then donned some highlighter-yellow booty shorts and a matching sports bra for a run-walk around her neighborhood.

They were clothes purchased by the Vatspalts and Lilly kept them well-hidden in her room. They were not nearly as revealing as her school's ill-fitting "Cherry Popper" PE uniform or even what she wore on trips outside Palo Alto with her second family, but they were still skin tight and showed off her figure, narrow hips, and all.

Lilly was no longer body-conscious. She had come to grips with what God had given her: long, slender arms and legs, a willowy frame, and what she thought was only an average butt (although others found it quite becoming). Years of gymnastics highlighted her feminine musculature and her tummy was board flat. A tiny belly button yielded to smooth skin that rose noticeably to the swale of her mons and the rounded points of her hips.

She was a brunette and wore her mahogany locks mid-way down her back with side-swept bangs. Her wide-set green eyes were large and they offset the dark hair. A light dusting of freckles fell across the tops of her high-set cheeks and over the bridge of a nose that took an uptick at the tip.

What most people noticed first, however, were her breasts. Her narrow frame only accentuated the buoyant droplets that fit tightly into the confines of a D-cup bra. Her areolas were pink and about the size of a quarter when unaroused. But their circumference diminished to a dime when she was turned on. Crowning each was a strawberry-hued nub that God had placed just above the equator and at an upward trajectory, the right pointing slightly East, the left to the West.

She had hated them for years. They seemed like nothing more than a heavy, uncomfortable curse that everyone ogled. She still recalled the conversation she had with her gymnastics coach. The man had explained, "You're very talented, Lilly. Your proportions, however, don't align this sport." This was followed by a very obvious nod toward her chest.

She knew she was never going to be an Olympian - she wasn't that good - but she'd hoped the sport would carry her through college. Instead, she walked out of the gym and never returned.

It was one of many instances that led to her body issues. She was also teased and bullied. People noticed her tits before making eye contact. She often heard whispers and giggles when she walked past others. Boys her age openly stared, while men more than double her age were more overt. A few had been bold enough to simply tell her they wanted to fuck her tits, or worse. She was often 'accidentally' groped when in crowded areas. All of this fed into her shying away from people to the point of being nearly antisocial.

It had just taken the Vatspalt's love and understanding of her emotions around her physical appearance to slowly change her mind. They had built her confidence slowly, over the last year, and with their support, direction and tutelage, she had finally come to the realization that she wasn't ugly. At a minimum, she at least felt normal, if not pretty.

Thanks to the Vatspalts, she was now sexually unencumbered and dutifully obeyed anything her second family asked of her because, in doing so, she was released from the psychological bonds her real parents and others around her had placed her in during her formative years.

Intensely religious and concerned about the world their daughter was growing up in, Lilly's biological parents had kept her sheltered. Prohibited from wearing the clothing other girls wore and ashamed of her breasts, Lilly covered her body completely. She wore baggy sweaters to hide her chest. She never wore bikinis or even one-piece swimsuits because she was worried about her mother thinking she was whorish for shaving her pubic hair. Left unattended, it grew into an unruly bush that couldn't be contained within the confines of her panties or the slender swath of fabric at a swimsuit's crotch. If forced to go swimming, Lilly wore board shorts and a thick swim shirt.

She attended church multiple times a week, Sunday school, young-adult religious studies classes, helped her real father around the church office when he was pastor. Private schools and the constant reminder that sex was something only married women experienced had cowed Lilly to her core.

The one discussion she had about sex with her mother had been terrifying. On her 18th birthday, her mother sat her down at the computer and showed Lilly a picture from the internet. A frighteningly large cock lay along a woman's thigh like an alien tentacle. It was sheathed in cum and blood and a little trickle of the mixture ran from the woman's gaping pussy to the bloated purple head of the man's dick. "This is what happens when an unmarried tramp opens her legs and lets a man put his...penis...inside you," her mother said.

It was an image that was seared into Lilly's mind and from that moment, the thought of having sex nearly made her physically sick. She later wondered if it was simply taken while the woman was on her period, but that didn't matter at the time.

She was told the tearing of her hymen was ruinous to her virtue, that God looked down on promiscuity and that being sexually active would damn her to Hell. The pleasure of touching herself was also forbidden and she hadn't actually been brave enough to masturbate until earlier this year, after meeting Cassy.

When Lilly's father lost his job at the church, things changed. The expensive private schools were a thing of the past and Lilly was thrust into the real world when she started attending the local community college. It was there, in the shower stall following her first humiliating day of PE, that Lilly met Cassy.

That meeting changed her life and as she tugged on the tiny shorts and admired herself in the mirror, Lilly smiled. She hefted her breasts, twirling her nipples into points. She did a few squats and stretched her legs, watching her girl-part carefully. At Momma's direction, Lilly had skillfully removed the lining in the crotch of the shorts.

Tossing the bags on the floor of the family room, Momma said to Gustov, "I think our Good Girl needs a good fucking."

Gustov looked over their pet and smiled. "I couldn't agree more."

"Lilly, honey, my cousin is going to fuck you." Momma had taken Lilly shopping and Gustov had tagged along for the afternoon.

Lilly knew she didn't have a say in the matter. "Yes, Momma," she said. They had all undressed the moment they walked into the house, so the hard part was done. However, Gustov's cock wasn't prepared. She knew what to do without being told and quickly went to her knees. Slowly licking his hairless fruits, his smooth sack smelled good and she opened her mouth completely, using her tongue to pull them into the warmth. Gustov grinned and wrapped his hand in her hair as Lilly gently rolled his balls in her mouth.

"That's our Good Girl," he said.

This made Lilly happy and she smiled up at him, her mouth pleasantly full. When she felt his balls begin to retract and saw his cock rising, her special place stirred and she went after the plumb-colored head eagerly. As Lilly's bobbed her head, Momma pulled the clothing out of the bags. "On the floor, Good Girl. Face-up, and spread your legs so he can mount you."

"Yes, Momma." She laid back and opened her legs. Gustov knelt to the floor between her knees and placed tiny kisses on her tummy as he worked his way up. He spent time on her breasts, his hot, suckling tongue on her nipples. Lilly arched her back, relishing the pleasure he provided her body.

They watched together as his shiny cock penetrated her. She whimpered, as she always did at this moment. His impressive size was never easy to immediately accommodate. But once seated fully, he slid in and out of her special place effortlessly, like an oil pumpjack dipping into the smooth, fertile Texan plains. Between hiccups and yips, she said, "Thank you, sir."

"You should always feel confident in showing others your beauty," Momma said as she pulled the work-out apparel from the shopping bag and folded it in a neat pile on the bed. Looking down, the woman watched the two undulating bodies for a few minutes. Opening her legs, she flayed her pussy open with her fingers and fiddled with her clit.

Gustov agreed. "And this part of your body is exquisitely lovely," he said as he slowly pushed his rapier inside Lilly's gleaming gash. They made love in the missionary position, which was somewhat unique as she was typically bound to restrict her movement. She enjoyed his body on top of hers and the feeling of him when she wrapped her legs around his pistoning waist.

Lilly attended to the shorts after he filled her womb with his warm man-milk. Momma showed her how to work a seam puller and she said, "This is to be done with any clothing we purchase for you, Lilly. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Momma. I understand.

Momma kissed her cheek. "That's our Good Girl."

A good stretching session with her bottle always cleaved her pussy and the garment slid effortlessly inside the groove of her sex as she moved. Up top, her deep cleavage and the bumps of her nipples were evident beneath the low-slung athletic top. She yearned for the anal plug she wore at the Vatspalts but there was nothing she could do about that; it was kept at her second family's home.

Back from her workout, she would toss her clothes in the washer, shower and masturbate again, then take a nap. Lunch followed when she woke up and then she would plop down on the couch with her legs open and absently play with herself. She sipped water and hunted around the TV channels for anything interesting. There wasn't much and when the dryer chimed, she took her workout clothes back to her bedroom.

More mindless puttering filled up the afternoon.

At five thirty she would harumph, trudge back up to her room and become angry at her parents as she pulled on a pair of frumpy, full-coverage panties and then squeezed her breasts into the confines of a bra.

At six o'clock her mother came home and her dad was home a half-hour later. By then, she was fully dressed and would start asking her parents when she could see Cassy again. After begging her parents nearly non-stop, they finally relented.

When she arrived at the Vatspalts, Lilly stepped inside and quickly removed her clothing after Cassy closed the front door. Her best friend went to her knees and said, "Stand with your feet apart," and then began massaging Lilly's pussy until her fingers were coated with feminine syrup. Lilly spread her buttcheeks and purred because her friend's fingers were dancing around, and then inside, her butthole. She hiccuped when Cassy shoved the double-headed dildo deeply into both entrances. Once situated, it was comforting to have her girl-part and her butthole nicely stuffed.

"I missed you so much," Cassy said before wrapping her arms around Lilly's waist and pulling her close. They kissed and held each other for a long time, their tongues entwined, their hands refamiliarizing with each other's body.

"I missed you, too, baby. So much."

Cassy suckled Lilly's breasts for a few moments before they headed into the family room. It felt good to be in their home again. Free of her clothing and her parents, Lilly's special place was drooling even before her best friend touched her.

As usual, Lilly was bound to the dining room chair. When she took a seat, the dildo intruded deeply inside her body and she sighed. Opening her knees around the seat cushion, she watched as Louise strapped her ankles to the legs. Cassy cuffed her wrists behind her back, so as to push her breasts forward. She was spoon fed by Uncle Lars, which made her tummy flutter.

Her tits rested atop an empty plate; placing her flesh on display. The cool porcelain pricked her nipples. As they dined, Uncle Lars explained she would be bound for the remainder of the evening. Lilly smiled. "I would like that."

"After dinner, we will show everyone the videos we took during our vacation and then we are going to bind you to the table," he said. "Kind of like a delicious, beautiful dessert."

"Okay." She thought back briefly to her time lashed to the table in Lake Tahoe. And then she thought about the bound housekeeper she fucked with a strapon while in Napa with her men. "Can the girls fuck me with a strap-on?"

"I think we can arrange that," Momma said.

"Yippee!"

"Louise, Erik, untie Lilly from the chair," Uncle Lars said. Then he looked at Lilly. "Good Girl, go get on the ottoman."

Lilly clapped excitedly. "Yes, sir!" She had missed watching TV with her second family. She nearly ran over to the extra-large leather-covered ottoman. Throwing herself across it, she spread her arms and legs and said, "I'm ready!"

Cassy bound Lilly's wrists and ankles to the legs while Louise slid the soft pillow beneath Lilly's head; propping her up so she could see the screen. Her second family sat on the sofa and rested their feet around her prone body. Lilly giggled when they tickled her with their piggies.

Lilly told Momma, her sisters and her brother all about her trip to Wine Country. They enjoyed hearing about the Kitties and Colts Gala and their time with Sophia. They all watched the video Gustov had taken of Lilly pretending to be a model so as to seduce Sophia's husband. "That man has a very nice cock," Louise noted as Rod Michaels pushed his rapier inside Lilly's bottom. She poked Lilly's boob with a big toe.

"It wasn't bad," Lilly admitted. "His wife told me he didn't know how to use it, but he made me come twice."

Daddy patted Lilly's arm. "But they are working through it, honey. You helped them and I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I like the lingerie you're wearing," Momma commented. "The crotchless panties make your vagina look adorable." Lilly still found it funny that Momma never used a slang word for the reproductive organs and couldn't stifle a giggle.

"Momma, it's okay to use pussy or even cunt. I don't mind."

Louise, Erik and Cassy all said, "We agree," in unison and also started giggling.

The older woman stiffened. "Well, I mind, and when you're around me, you'll call it a vagina as well."

Her look was stern and Lilly said, "Yes, ma'am."

Looking back to the screen, Momma said, "It turns out our Good Girl can also be a Sexy Girl."

"Thank you, Momma. Would you like them?" Lilly knew she could never wear them inside the Vatspalt's house nor out in public when she was with them. She couldn't wear them around her real parents either. Twice now they had made her strip down to her underwear to determine if she was wearing any. To be caught with something so overtly sexy would have presented too many questions.

Momma kissed Lilly on the cheek. "It's okay, Good Girl. The men bought them for you."

"Okay, I'll keep them in Cassy's room." All of the clothing and lingerie that had been purchased while in Napa was stashed in a large pink box under the bed she slept in when spending the night with Cassy.

Gustov then found another video and it was one Lilly had not seen. She couldn't have as she was blindfolded when it was captured.

The camera had been placed on a tripod and was located on the dining room table of the hotel suite. The view showed the suite's sunken living room with the two facing sofas, the low coffee table between them and, beyond, the green vineyards through the enormous floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened to the patio.

Lilly was nude and bound over the back of one of the sofas, her ankles spread widely and lashed to the heavy wood legs. Her wrists were secured behind her back with pink leather cuffs. With no support for her torso, she was bent nearly in half so as to rest her head on the seat cushion. The position resulted in her pussy and butthole being very accessible. Facing her, and in the same predicament over the opposite sofa, was Sophia.

The video started with Uncle Lars fitting both girls with a thick silicone gasket in their mouths. Once properly situated, the device left their lips in a perfect circle. Lilly said, "I don't really like that thingy. Once it's in, you can't get it out. It's impossible to talk without sounding like an idiot and you can't close your lips. Plus, you just drool everywhere."

"That's the point, Good Girl," said Daddy. "It's there so men can fuck your mouth without any argument from you-know-who." He pointed his finger at her.

"I know. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Daddy considered. "You're right, honey, you don't have to like it, but that doesn't mean you have the option of not wearing it."

Lilly pouted. "I know."

With the girls completely helpless and properly displayed, Daddy, Gustov and Uncle Lars spent time licking and probing their cunts and assholes. Gustov forced the large cock-shaped dildo inside Sophia's butthole before pushing his own impressively sized dick in the young woman's rivened fruit. Sophia's moans and guttural sounds were nearly silenced when Daddy took hold of her ponytail, brought her face to his hips and pushed his dick inside the little circle formed by her lips.

As this was taking place, Uncle Lars could be seen on his knees behind Lilly. He fitted her with the cat-tail butt plug, while slowly forcing her special place to accept two fingers, then three. Lilly's own sighs and moans could easily be heard as he screwed into the warm embrace of her flower. Satisfied with his work, he withdrew and put his shiny fingers to Lilly's mouth. "Lick," he said. Lilly obeyed; her tongue poking through the oral device like a small pink worm. Sufficiently cleansed, he stood behind her, took hold of the fuzzy white tail and pulled her back onto his waiting rapier.

The men spent an hour going between each girl and the highlight was a handheld shot taken by Daddy as Gustov and Uncle Lars slowly pushed their dicks inside Sopia's straining pussy at the same time. The awkward stance they had to take to make this happen prevented them from fully seating their rapiers inside their muse, but the thick anal plug added wonderfully to Sophia's plight.

She moaned pitifully and drooled on the sofa cushion as the men drove their hips. They timed their release perfectly and Daddy caught the milky extract squirt out of Sophia's tightly sealed estuary. They pulled out and Daddy had a lovely view of Sophia's gaping girl-part as their essence dripped onto the floor between her quivering legs. Sopiha could be heard crying quietly as she recovered from the impaling.

The men then gave each of their playthings a thorough spanking until their bottoms glowed rosey. Their yips and yelps added layers to the soft classical music playing over the suite's sound system. For good measure, Gustov retrieved some ice and pressed it to Sophia's ravaged gash. "We want her nice and tight for what comes next." Sophia squirmed against the chilled cubes.

"Good idea," said Uncle Lars. "The benefits of having a gynecologist in the family never stop paying off."

With that done, they poured themselves glasses of wine and a few minutes later the doorbell rang. Gustov walked away and welcoming words could be heard off-screen. Then people started wandering into frame.

Several human owners had brought their pets with them and Lilly pointed at the screen excitedly. "These are the kitties and colts I told you about." Licking her lips, she said, "Look how big their blue cocks are." She was referring to the large dildos sewn into the colt costumes.

"You weren't kidding," Cassy said. "They are big."

A small yelp came from the TV and they stopped talking as Daddy spoke to the guests. "These young pets are here for your pleasure." Pointing at Lilly, he said, "This kitty was in attendance at the party the other night and she's available to you all again. She is happiest when being put to good use. Unlike the Kitties and Colts Gala, tonight her bottom is available to enjoy. Please avail yourselves of her tightness and don't be afraid to simultaneously attend to her cunt."

Daddy then slowly strollled over to Sophia's side. Gently running his palm over her hip, he continued. "This little pet is just visiting for the evening. She is married and her husband is unaware of her attendance. Earlier, she expressed an interest in being taken while tied down and helpless." Sophia whimpered and drool spilled from her O-mouth. She shook her head, her brown hair spilling over her pretty face. Daddy said, "Please make sure she has an evening she will never forget."

The partygoes cheered and a human owner immediately commanded her colt impale Sophia. She slapped the well-built young man's ass and told him, "Mount her like a stud horse would a filly." The woman's pet didn't bother with pleasantries as he pierced her femininity roughly. Sophia's tits bobbed in rhythm to the colt's driving hips.

Meanwhile, another human owner was attending to Lilly's breasts. The woman had red hair and an athletic build. The white sequined mask she wore hid most of her face. Even though Lilly had been blindfolded when the incident took place, she still recalled it vividly.

She had yanked Lilly up by her ponytail hard enough to make her yelp. Drool flew from her opened mouth and landed on the front of the owner's black leather dress. The owner admonished Lilly for being so discourteous and laughed as she went to work on Lilly's dangling hillocks.

Lilly cried out with each slap that was administered. "She wasn't very gentle," she said to her second family. This was obvious, but Lilly said it anyway as she watched the woman twist her nipples and then start milking her like a cow. At the same time, lapping at Lilly's pussy, was a petite kitty, her little pink tongue probing and pushing and licking.

A moment later, another owner, this one a man, nudged the kitty aside and drove his rapier between Lilly's thighs. The kitty, crawling on her hands and knees, went to sit at the redhead's side, watching intently while Lilly's tits were abused. After a few moments, the redhead seemed to grow bored and took her kitty by the leash. They wandered off-screen as another man stepped up and pushed his cock into Lilly's O-mouth.

Momma looked at Daddy and said, "You didn't tell me our friend from Switzerland was there."

Daddy shrugged. "Are you surprised?"

Momma just shook her head and went back to watching the video. The screen was full of people and Lilly briefly wondered who they were referring to, but then became distracted. Uncle Lars was using his big toe to gently follow the contour of her thigh. Lilly smiled up at him from her bound position and purred.

The video was nearly three hours long and both girls were never left unattended. At some point, it was hard to actually see what was being done to them as the room was nearly full of partygoers. Sophia got her wish and was forcefully ravaged more than two dozen times; her cunt and butthole plundered incessantly. Across the living room, and with a new hole to focus on, many of the partygoers and their pets attended to Lilly's butthole. She lost count at 14 impalings.

When all the human men had expelled themselves, the colts were charged with continuing the fun. Their owners directed which hole to perforate and the pets obeyed. Lilly wondered again if the male pets were ever afforded the luxury of climaxing behind the large blue phalluses that were sewn into their costumes.

In the end, both girls were bathed in sweat and their faces were covered with milky ejaculate. The conclusion of the video was punctuated by closeups of their gaping cunts and buttholes. Warm sperm slid down their trembling thighs.

Looking around to her second family, she saw they were all aroused. The girls fiddled with their pussies and the men slowly stroked their kuks. Lilly wished she could help them, or at least had the ability to attend to her own warm folds. After a few minutes, Momma said, "Let's have dessert."

The table was a good place to start and her men made sure she was secured while Momma warmed chocolate sauce. Cassy worked the two-headed dildo free while Louise and Erik brought out bowls of various berries that were set around Lilly's bound body. Each member of the Vatspalt family drizzled sauce over various parts of her body, then swirled the fruit in it before popping the bites into their mouths.

The sensation of being a literal dessert was incredibly arousing. The heat of the sauce combined with the chilled fruit on her body was exquisite. There would be a little pressure as a raspberry or a strawberry was poked with a fork.
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